As an old tale goes there's nothing dangerous like the heart of vengeance. The following day came as a heart trump on the S.T. company, especially its owner, whose morning was corrupted by numerous phone calls. One in particular from Bethb who couldn't wait to rant the situation at hand to him.
"What the hell is going on?!" his voice hit the ears of the poor employees, silence, their faces coward down as their bodies shivered from the raging beast in front of them.
"Is anyone going to explain how this happened?" another grunt came from his harsh tone that left them dumb. The morning came with calls from investors and loyal clients calling out from their company, there were also camps of people at the company's gate protesting.
Everywhere and everything was in chaos and it was all cause of the video Kenita asked to be posted, with David's ability the videos were shared multiple times on every social platform. He had big media companies publish the video as news of Mrs. Kamara being alive and her accident wasn't an accident and was plotted. With such news out there it had everyone juggling on their feet, especially after Kenita's interview.
"It all cause of a video that submerged this morning," a slender lady said barely above her throat, her eyes stared at her toes in the red sandals, daring not to gaze at the angered tiger.
"What video and what does it have to do with my company?" he was getting agitated from all their glued lips and riddles. No one seems to be detailing the whole situation at hand.
How was it possible for his company to be in hectic downs just in a night?. He needed answers but their timid mouth won't say anything.
Well, why blame the poor subordinates? anyone in their situation would be nervous to the bones.
"The video shows Kemidia's car being sabotaged by a man," Kelvin said making his presence known and saving their necks at the same time. His morning has been roughed as well, the constant calls from partners and stakeholders were thorns in his back and chest.
"But how?" Kamara's voice died as he pinned two fingers on his nose, and a loud grunt came out. A second later the vase on the table smashed into
reminded himself to be composed with a deep sigh.
"How is a video that's in the company's possession out to the public?" he asked while leading his feet for the centered chair.
"I have no clue but that's not the main problem." Right, what more did he have to hear?
"Your wife made a live interview which causing all these problems" His brows crooked at David's words as were his hands from the table. What does his memory loss wife have to do with the situation?
"Everyone out" another voice instructed, at the door was Beth who had stalked in with a face scowled. Her eyes pierced at the reluctant staff demanding they scout out and as that their feet chased out t and she slammed the door shut.
"You should see this yourself" she suggested placing the tab she had in her hands on the table. Within was the earlier interview Kenita had done on the emerging clip of her car being sabotaged.
"Mrs Kamara thanks for coming over. It is a miracle to have you here after you were told to be dead" a male host said not holding back his surprise or shock those watching were as taken as he was. The news of her being back and alive had not been published, well Kamara planned on doing so but he was waiting at the right time.
"Everyone is in doubt here, a video came out showing your car being sabotaged by a man, what do you have to say about that?" questioned the host as he gave his full audience to Kenita, who wrapped his legs on each other while her hands laid still on her thighs.
"Honestly I have no words for that, I am in shock like everyone. It hasn't been long since I came back to my family and as you may not know I suffered memory loss from my accident." she narrated in the calmest tone ever. "As you can see from the video someone had my car brakes tempered with the day of my accident which makes me believe my death was planned" A gasp is heard from the host and from the audience that sat a mile away.
"You're saying someone wanted you dead?" the first rhetorical question popped out. Like seriously didn't he hear what she said it just like media personnel make issues out of nothing but again that's what she wanted.
Getting information out of his guests was why he was being paid for.
"Mr. Kamara" the name got the host grasping his mouth as well as his eyes that widened. His ears couldn't believe what they had heard, she was accusing her husband of being the culprit behind her accident and plotting her death.
"You believe your husband to be behind your can being sabotaged?" his voice didn't hide his fright, Mr Kamara have been a good diner to their media company, and having such news on him could land them a huge loss. Had it not been that the interview was live they would have not published it.
Guess Kenita had predicted it, that was the reason she requested that the interview be live.
"It's not just my words, I have evidence" she boldly stated taking her phone out. With less said she scrolled through and showed an image, in the image was her husband close to a female who happened to be Beth.
" This is my evidence, I believe he did so to get rid of me and get with his mistress" she furthered in, lucky her Alima just happened to share the information of her boss being close with with Beth, and what made it more spice was the photo she sent in claims to have been sent by Beth herself to her sister when she was alive to tell of her affairs with her husband.
Honestly, she was clear on the authenticity of the information but she used it to gain public sympathy and probably problems for Kamara. With information like that his company's image would be at stake not to measure his competitors using such news to bring him down.
The thrill alone was a disco in my bell.
"That alone can't prove your husband cheating on you" the loudmouth host cut in again but she wasn't going to let him get his way. She was there for a reason and till that was fulfilled she wasn't going to back down so easily.
"You think I would accuse my husband of such without firm evidence, do you think a wife would call out her husband just like that" she dulled her tone as she led her nails for her skin causing multiple drops off her eyes. " I love my husband, am not only married to him but I have a child with him. It pains me more to say these but I fear for my child's safety, as a mother I have to do this. My husband plotted to have me killed so that he could be with his mistress" The comment section soon filled with comments from the live audience, their voices in favor of poor Kenita who showed man's greatest weapon, a woman's tear.
Soon a voice was sent to the host to be cautioned with his words, his manager feared the raging public who dudes with Kenita. Yes Mr Kamara was their money bag but they couldn't risk their media kissing views, there can be other money bags but not public support.
"Even so, the video only shows a man tampering with your car it doesn't prove that your husband was behind it, how dire are you that he planned to kill you?" What was with the host, seems like he was one huge fan of Kamara more than a loyal puppy that wouldn't budge in respect of the warnings from his boss, the guy was a damn idiot. Or so thought the audience.
"You're right, that's why am going to have my case reopened. I want to know who is responsible for my accident and my car brakes being tampered with" she boldly stated gaining the support of many. And with that, the interview came to an end.
"How dare she?!" an echo erupted from Kamara's hand slamming on the table, his nostril flared as his breath came in sharp, ragged bursts.
The nerves of her to speak ill of him, he was going to fix her little mouth. His thoughts ran through as his legs paced back and forth, his movement sharp and jerky, like a caged animal.
"I knew she was trouble, I don't know why she didn't just die" Beth scolded only to be silenced by Kelvin's eyes that met hers, awareness flooded through her words not being indoors as she had thought. Perhaps she was wrong to have openly said so but she stood correct on her being trouble, since the start she could tell she had approached Kamara on my god his wealth. She was a leach not willing to let go, had Kamara listened to her all these would have been averted.
"Perhaps we can still handle the situation, all we have to do is have her take back her statements" Kelvin proposed but was half-heard by either party. Kamara had stormed out while little Miss Perfect stayed silent in thoughts.
As much as the situation was at its worst she was pleased with the idea of Kamara's marriage falling apart, it looked like she didn't have to do much. Soon or later she was getting her man sbd it would be thanks to the wife's stupidity.
"You do realize it wrong right?" her brows raised at his question "What you are thinking, it wrong" Kelvin concluded. It wasn't hard to read that she was over the moon at the situation at hand, her little devious smirk was seen in the sparks at each end of her eyes.
"And you should stay off matters that do concern you" she retaliated with a pat on his cheeks and walked off with a wink at him.
How badly he wished he could tell her the same to stay off couple affairs because she was the unseen problem. He thought through a wipe of his cheek.
***
The slam of the car door was heard by Auntie from the walls of the kitchen, her throat dried out as she leaned her head out to watch her boss stomping the floors of the stairs. Within she held her anxiety, certain her madam was going to get a handful of throws. What bothered her was the fact she could do nothing to stop it, she could only pray for God to intervene.
A loud bang came lingering in Kenita's room, her body motion turned to see the devil in front of her, and her feet went cold as his hands hooked her neck and slammed her back against the wall. Her eyes popped out as her breath seized, her hands tirelessly fought his hands but were to no aid. His strength on her was savage and cold.
And just as she felt her body losing its grip on her soul his hand let loose on her neck, she coughed hard as she tried to grasp as much air as she could. Her body weakened on the floor, she gently wiped her tears and stared right back at the devil in human flesh.
"What, didn't you like my interview?" she sarcastically asked igniting the anger in him.
"How dare you?!" he gritted his teeth, his jaw muscles twitching at the sight of the menacing smile.
"I was just saying the truth, you tried to kill me" she emphasized with a stand on her toes, her head up tight in contact with his. She was sure a little provocation would get him to lose grip and he was doing just that. She needed his hands on her even more so she could gather evidence to support her claims.
"Do you think I would be so foolish enough to want to kill you and not Finish the job?" he said feeling heat boiling his chest snd and ready to blow off at any moment. No matter how hard he tried to contain his anger he just couldn't help but flame even more, perhaps it was her facial expressions the fact she seemed not intimidated by him.
"If you knew nothing about my accident then why did you pay the driver off?" she scolded the words out with less thought of it. She knew she had blunder, but fear soon claimed her mind with concerns about the driver's safety.
"You met up with him" he knew right there she had contacted him, she wasn't as innocent as she acted. What else could she have kept from him?
"Only a person hiding something would do something like that, you also report the incident to the police nor did you allow him to and to make it worse you had the evidence of your acts wiped "True he paid the driver off but his conscience still stays clean on his motives and he owed her no explanation. He was no fool to leave his work halfway through, she was a pain in his throat and perhaps intuitive thoughts might have occurred of getting rid of her but he didn't.
Was it true though?
"I don't care what it takes am going to prove you are the culprit"
"Then go for it, I'll wait to see what you are capable of" he accepted leading his feet out.
"You are not my mother" the little voice came out after entering the room.